Mate

Damon’s pov

I was just leaving the local human bar after a meeting with some other pack alphas. There has been trouble with rouges and all the packs decided to have a meeting at a neutral location.

I was walking down an alley towards my car happy that a pact had been made to work together to rid the area of rouges when around the corner came a little wisp of a girl. She crashed into me and I barely had time to catch her before she fell to the ground.

The instant I touched her, I felt my skin tingle and the second I caught a whiff of her scent my wolf screamed out “our mate!”

It took everything in me to restrain my wolf and I tried to calm this beautiful little creature that was fated to be mine.

When the two men who had the nerve to even think about harming my mate turned the corner i wanted so badly to tear them to pieces, but there were rules and hurting humans was against those rules.

Everything happened so quickly, i put my mate behind me to protect her and warned the men to go home, the not only refused, but thought themselves a match for me.

I knew I would have no choice but to handle them and removed my coat and shirt knowing I couldn’t transform into my wolf fully. I would have no control if that happened and my wolf would definitely tear these men to shreds.

I started forward to take on the men, transforming just enough to scare them.

The short one fired two shots one of them hitting my side before I slashed the throat out of him. The tall one George i think i heard him called, started screaming and turned to run away.

“Too late” i growled, “you tried to hurt my mate and I warned you”. I grabbed the man from behind and bit into the man’s throat. I tore out the man’s throat nearly decapitating him. I then threw him aside and turned to check on my little mate but she was gone.

“Where did she go? Why did she run?” I couldn’t understand why my mate would run from me.

“She doesn’t have her wolf yet” my wolf Zed said through our mind link “in fact I think she doesn’t even know what a wolf is or that she is one. I can smell it in her fear.”

“Well how in the hell wouldn’t she know she’s a wolf?” I ask. Wolves are always raised in the pack, unless they are born of rouges and they don’t normally live very long.

“I have to find her, explain… shit I was hit” i look down at the blood escaping where the bullet entered my body. “Why the hell am I not healing?”

“It must be a silver platted bullet” zed moaned. “I can feel it weakening me.”

“Damn it we need to find our mate” i argue.

“We will once we are healed, if we don’t get this bullet out, we will die before we ever find her, her scent is faint. She ran fast and far and I am not sure we will be able to find her in time.” Zed says pained.

“Fine but we will find her… we have waited too long to let her get away now.”